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... ng him, and still nothing from Conor. No call back. No text. Not even a ’hey, I’m alive.’ At first, I figured he just needed space, maybe some time to cool off or whatever. But now? Now I was starting to spiral.
I finally gave in and called Lincoln, one of his closest friends. If anyone had eyes on Conor, it would be him.
He picked up on the third ring, voice way too hyped. "Yo, Craig! What’s up?"
The noise behind him was wild. Music, shouting, people laughing. The whole ...
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